If you preceed into my house from the front door foyer, then you get to the main floor hall, which has a nice light fixture that if I stand on my tiptoes I can just touch the bottom of.
Then on the wall above the door to the closet where I'll put your coat, if you have one when you come over, you'll see this.
It's a bit of folk art that my dad did long ago.
Strange how in all the talk about the '60s and how great that decade was - despite several assassinations American public figures, and the beginning of the Viet Nam war - they never mention the glorious string art that was created.
Then again, maybe that's not so strange.
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That thing is unsettling.
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